Sunday, June 25, 2017

As I greet two new little girls, born of my daughters-in-law (Champagne Girl and Molly McMolly) within a week of each other, it occurs to me that grandchildren are a bit like passive income. You worked hard, over long, arduous years, to build and refine the prototypes. Now, without lifting a finger – future babysitting notwithstanding – you suddenly have this treasure, this verdant, voluptuous pasture, propagating before your eyes!And I remember one of the main reasons I love being a woman of faith.Bursting with gratitude – for the babies, for the health of the mothers and the children, for the love of the fathers and mothers for each other and their progeny, for the strength to enjoy all of this – it is so very pleasing to have Whom to thank.It is also comforting to have Whom to beseech. "Please God, let them all live to be really old people, with wonderful stories to tell their great-grandchildren. And may all those who long for nothing more than family be blessed."Hodu Lashem, ki tov, ki L'Olam Chasdo!